Bobbi - Sex Stories

Bobbi

... the Starbuck's. "sit here while I get us something." I started to ask for a coffee but she stopped me mid sentence "I'll get something that suits you, don't worry." She returned and placed a latte in front of me. Her name was Susan Anders but explained that, considering the differences between us, I should address he as Ms Anders. She went on to ask about what I had planned for the day, where I worked and all sorts of other questions. Through out it all she leaned close and was continually touching my leg or arm. Often sliding her hand up my thigh and across my crotch. Each time she did, my embarrassment and sexual excitement deepened. I was hard and she knew it. All of this was terrifying to me but I didn't want to stop. She stood and took my hand again. "You are such a sweet boy, we will spend the rest of the afternoon together. Would you like that?" There was a part of me that said I should run, that I should escape but I was powerless at that point. "Yes, I would like that Ms Anders" and I followed along. She lived in a town house not far from the mall. Once there she led me in through the front door and into her living room. She showed me a number of her mementos and then brought us each a glass of ice tea. "Really, the polite thing would be for you to be serving the tea, don't you think." I struggled to say, "Yes Ma'am." "You are really rather embarrassed around me, aren't you boy." "Yes, Ma'am" By this time she was sitting in an over stuffed chair. I was still ...

... standing; it just seemed like the right thing to do. I just had the feeling I should wait for her to tell me to take a seat. In a moment or two, she had me pull a footstool and sit in front of here. I felt a bit odd. The stool was kind of low to the ground and I found myself looking up at her. She continued her questions but they became much more personal. She wanted to know about past relationships, if I had a current girl friend. She then mused about my name and how it's also a nickname for Barbara. "Do you spell it with a Y or an I at the end? No matter, if you end it with a Y you should change it to an I. That would suit you much better." "You will do that for me won't you Bobbi." Every brain cell I had screamed at me to say NO but when the word came out the were "Yes Ma'am, I will be Bobbi from now on." Her smile simply overwhelmed me. "Bobbi, are you enjoying your time with me? I'm finding that you are a type of boy that I have always enjoyed having around. Would you like to spend more time and more days in my company?" "Oh yes Ms Anders, You are beautiful. I would so love that." She leaned toward me place her hand on my thigh and slid it up to my crotch. She looked into my eyes. "You will find that I have a different idea about relationships than those girls you have known in the past. I have had a relationship like this before, it was good for me, it was good for him, and I think it will be good for you. You see, I am a naturally dominant woman, I make the decisions, I call ...